LOG: Oishi goes over to Inui's house and is harassed receives a gift! Rated I for Inui. :D
Oishi: *knocks on Inui's front door* *is curious about what this gift might be*
Inui: *jogs down the stairs from his room and opens the door* *hair is slightly singed and face dirty because he's been experimenting with . . . something* Oishi! Yo.
Oishi: Ah, hi, Inui. *is slightly alarmed at Inui's appearance* ...Are you okay?
Inui: *is somewhat surprised by the question* Yes, fine. Why do you ask? *steps aside to let Oishi in*
Oishi: Your hair...never mind. *steps inside Inui's house*
Inui: My room's upstairs. *leads the way*
Oishi: *follows Inui up the stairs*
Inui: *opens the door to his room* *. . . halfway, because it gets stuck from all the notebooks and other junk wedged underneath it* *kicks aside some porn*
Oishi: *steps into Inui's room, carefully because of the mess* *only half saw the porn and now is trying not to look at anything too closely* Your room is...interesting.
Inui: Thank you. *doesn't catch that it's not exactly a compliment* *starts digging around in a random pile of junk on his bed* I think it's in here somewhere. . .
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Oishi: Oh. ...You really didn't have to get me a gift. *hovers awkwardly by the doorway because he doesn't want to step on anything*
Inui: *glances over his shoulder* You can come in. I moved everything hazardous to the basement before you came over. *continues to dig through the pile* And it's really nothing. Just . . . a little thing . . . *picks up what looks like it used to be a vegetable and throws it into a corner*
Oishi: Ah. Right. *is not exactly encouraged but takes several steps forward*
Inui: *keeps digging* . . . *it's a really big pile* So . . . have you thought any more about what I said to you? About. Feelings.
Oishi: ...I don't know what you're talking about!
Inui: No? *frowns and moves on to a different pile on the floor* Oishi. Everyone has feelings.
Oishi: I have plenty of feelings! *defensive*
Inui: Exactly! *smiles because he feels like he's getting somewhere* So. Why don't we talk about some of them. Maybe some feelings you have about Kikumaru, for example.
Oishi: *blushes* *adhajdasj* I don't...I don't want to talk about...that! *takes a step backwards*
Inui: *glances at where Oishi is stepping* Careful, I may have missed something mildly acidic over there. . . . *returns attention to pile* I see. Why not?
Oishi: ...You said everything hazardous is in the basement! *glances around the room nervously, trying not to move a muscle* ...Because there's nothing to discuss.
Inui: Well. Mostly. I tried. *dismissive* *picks up an orange sock with teal stripes and throws it on his pillow* . . . If there's nothing to discuss, why does it make you so uncomfortable?
Oishi: ....I'm not uncomfortable. *crosses his arms and tries to look completely comfortable*
Inui: You're blushing. *isn't even looking at him but KNOWS*
Oishi: *blushes harder* No I'm not! *desperately tries to change the subject*...So. What did you think of the history test?
Inui: I predict I got between 98 and 99%. *digs further in pile and suddenly looks excited* Ah! I've found it. *pulls out a notebook* *an ENORMOUS fat five subject one with 'Oishi' written on the cover* This is for you.
Oishi: Oh. That's good. ...*looks at the notebook* Oh, that's nice. *relieved* I could always use a notebook.
Inui: Oishi. *stands up and kind of creepily puts his arm around his shoulders* Do you see that bookshelf? *points at a bookshelf filled with nothing but notebooks*
Oishi: *looks at the bookshelf uneasily* ...Yes?
Inui: Shelves one, four, five, and six are all tennis data. *waits for him to ask what shelves two and three are*
Oishi: ...What's the rest of it?
Inui: Shelves two and three are all on Kaidoh. *doesn't direct his attention to the other bookshelf, which may or may not be all on Kaidoh and Renji* Many of them have to do with matters that are not entirely tennis-related.
Oishi: I see. ...But why? You mean you spy on him? *brow furrows*
Inui: Well, yes, but that's not the point. I spy on everyone. The point is . . . sometimes you need a place to write down . . . feelings.
Oishi: Oh. ...Oh. *gets it* ...That's...I see. ...You like Kaidoh?
Inui: *coughs* That's not really the point either. *taps Oishi's notebook*
Oishi: *looks at it in confusion* I don't like Kaidoh. ...*blushes and shoves the notebook back at Inui*
Inui: *sigh* I know that, Oishi. *shoves it back* Just keep it. You don't have to tell anyone about your feelings. But it helps to get them out at any rate.
Oishi: ...Okay. *holds onto it doubtfully* Um. I don't think I'll use it *looks at Inui* But thanks.
Inui: *raises an eyebrow* You should.
Oishi: *squirms* Anyone could find it!
Inui: *smirks* You don't have a good hiding place? *probably has a million more notebooks stashed away somewhere*
Oishi: Maybe I do. *still is suspicious of this idea*
Inui: I might have an extra safe somewhere. . . .
Oishi: ...No, that's okay.
Inui: Suit yourself. *pulls a green pen out of his pocket* Here, have this too. They write quite fluidly.
Oishi: Oh. *takes it* Thanks, Inui. *smiles a little*
Horio: *RUNS DOWN THE STREET OUTSIDE INUI'S WINDOW WEARING HIS BALLET OUTFIT AND A BRIGHT PINK CAPE, SHOUTING* TWO YEARS OF BALLET EXPERIENCE!!!!!!
Inui: . . . Er. *glances at window* . . . *decides it's probably better to just pretend that never happened* You're welcome. *smiles back*
Something downstairs: *explodes*
Inui: EXCUSE ME.
The End.